Quotes About Time

It takes time to get to know people, let alone to tell whether you like each other, so it really makes me wonder, you know, what you're supposed to do if they just keep coming through like a revolving door, in one day and out another, and you don't even have time to figure out who they are?

When you've fallen in love, broken up, lost a love one, and start getting older, everything seems the same. I couldn't tell what was good and what was bad, what was better and what was worse. I simply didn't want to have any more bad memories. I wished that time could stop, and summer will never come to an end. I felt vulnerable.

El arrepentimiento nunca llega antes

Even if this night we were spending together and everything else was just going to disappear into the past, that was all right - and it seemed to me that I held this alrightness preciously in my hands, and that it was glittering there.

E' strana la notte: per quelli che si addormentano subito dura solo un attimo, mentre per chi la passa completamente in bianco, diventa così lunga che è come vivere una vita supplementare e sembra quasi un privilegio…

I'll wait until then—I won't forget you. I don't want things to end like this, only having known you during this strange time. But right now, I just can't think about the future.

Anche se sono stata allevata con amore, mi sono sempre sentita sola. Un giorno o l'altro tutti si perderanno nelle tenebre del tempo e scompariranno.

I'll never be able to be here again. As the minutes slide by, I move on. The flow of time is something I cannot stop. I haven't a choice. I go. One caravan has stopped, another starts up. There are people I have yet to meet, others I'll never see again. People who are gone before you know it, people who are just passing through. Even as we exchange hellos, they seem to grow transparent. I must keep living with the flowing river before my eyes.

Someday, without fail, everyone will disappear, scattered into the blackness of time.

That resplendent space created by a piece of fiction can really expand the width of time... Clearly there is a spot somewhere inside our heads they records that feelings we had when we read the book, and it stays with us forever.

Nothing could take away the sights that my eyes had seen, that my mind remembered, or that I lived in the very cells that made up my body. Take that, time, I thought, and squeezed my hand into a fist.

Time simply floated open and started to expand. Time held the two of us in light, inside a space so vast it might have reached the heavens, and turned eternal.

D'un tratto capii quanto fosse lontano il passato. Anche più della morte, anche più della distanza incolmabile tra persona e persona.

Nel flusso indefinito del tempo e degli stati d'animo gran parte della storia è incisa nei sensi. [E cose di nessuna importanza, insostituibili, ritornano così all'improvviso, in un caffè.]

Per quanto uno possa invecchiare, l'amore è qualcosa che nel momento in cui te ne rendi conto, ormai lo stai già vivendo. Ce ne sono di due tipi; quelli di cui si riesce a vedere la fine e quelli di cui non è possibile. Siamo soltanto noi stessi che possiamo dire di quale dei due si tratti. Il fatto che non si riesca a vedere la fine, è il segno che si tratta di qualcosa di enorme.

And then, suddenly, time was flowing differently than usual. It didn't turn back, or even pause. Time simply floated open and started to expand. Time held the two of us in light, inside a space so vast it might have reached the heavens, and turned eternal.

Fürchte die Zeit nicht, geh einfach immer weiter. So weit, bis du das Gefühl hast, angekommen zu sein.

In the uncertain ebb and flow of time and emotions, much of one's life history is etched in the senses. And things of no particular importance, or irreplaceable thing, can suddenly resurface in a café one winter night.

The whole time I was with him there was that feeling of ephemerality, uncertainty. If that was a premonition of what was to come, what a sorrowful one it was.

8I ricordi veramente belli continuano a vivere e a splendere per sempre, pulsando dolorosamente assieme al tempo che passa.

Alla fine dell'estate chi è stato l'ultimo ad uscire dal mare? L'ultimo è tornato a casa senza chiudere il coperchio del mare. E da allora per tutto questo tempo il mare è rimasto scoperchiato.

cerchiamo di ridurre il tempo passato a guardare cose che non vogliamo guardare o fare cose che preferiremmo non fare. Limitiamo le ore trascorse inutilmente. .... Rallentiamo il ritmo, e prima di addormentarci ripensiamo a ognuna delle cose che abbiamo fatto.

Ese espacio que uno ocupa, siquiera por un breve periodo, y aunque antes o después todos los personajes deban desaparecer en los confines del tiempo, resplandece como algo sumamente valioso.

Maybe then our stopped time would move again." The